Self-Discipline! Have You Seen Marineford at Four o’clock in the Morning?

When the voice fell,

On the gate passage of Dragon Palace,

The footsteps of Princess Otohime and Fisher Tiger came to a sudden stop.

At this moment, they are still immersed in the boundless shock of Conqueror's Haki that Roy just vented.

It's too strong,

That kind of momentum,

That kind of courage.

It is unimaginable,

A young man in his early twenties would have such a tough and domineering spirit.

And at this time,

Hearing Roy's words, both of them looked startled, and immediately couldn't help but glance at each other.

"Peace?"

All the members of the Murloc clan standing densely surrounded by the gate of the Dragon Palace city were all stunned, staring at the young face of the Marine boy with unbelievable eyes, and a stunned face appeared on their faces.

Peace, such a word, is extremely remote and unfamiliar to all of them.

Murlocs from countless years ago,

In all their memories, they are full of blood, oppression, death, wailing, pain...

Mankind regards them as everything,

Play with their lives and bodies in the palm of your hand.

No one has ever mentioned the word "peace" to them,

Not to mention that these two words were brought up by a human being.

"You are a human being, why should you say peace to our murlocs..."

"It's your human existence and your human greed that makes us murlocs live in dire straits!!"

"Yes! Humans are not qualified to say the word peace to us humans!!"

"right!!"

The originally silent crowd gradually heard the voice of protest, but they were afraid of the powerful posture that Roy had just shown, but they didn't dare to do anything.

Roy smiled calmly.

"Because I am a human being, I am qualified to say such things."

He looked around deeply,

"If I were a murloc, do you think the word "peace" is really meaningful when it comes out of my mouth?"

"In your murlocs' arduous history full of trials and struggles, there must have been people who wanted to put forward the word "peace" more than once, right?"

"But in the end?"

"You all failed... because it is meaningless to seek peace unilaterally."

….….

Everyone was silent subconsciously.

What they have to admit is that what this human young man said was right.

Peace is a matter between the two races of murlocs and humans. It is not a goal that can be achieved unilaterally by pleasing and praying.

Precisely because he is a human being, the words that come out of his mouth have enough meaning.

far away,

Princess Otohime and Fisher Tiger looked at each other, and both saw the light gradually igniting in the depths of each other's eyes.

That is hope.

At this moment,

Another heavy and old voice came from the murloc crowd.

"But is it true that the disasters and pains that our murloc people have endured for so many years, should we just give up and give up?"

Roy followed the sound to see that it was an old murloc who looked vicissitudes of life and seemed to be 50 or 60 years old.

There was a brutal scar on his chest, spreading from the position of his neck to his abdomen.

The scar was very hideous. Although it was an old wound and healed a long time ago, it was still shocking.

And behind him,

A twelve or thirteen-year-old murloc teenager tightly held the wooden stick in his hand and carefully hid beside him.

Roy paused, and said in a low voice:

"Old man, hatred is indeed unforgettable."

"I don't have any qualifications to boast about going to Haikou and easily say that I will let you forget the pain and disasters you have endured in the past..."

"We live in this world, and everyone will endure different sufferings, but the most critical question is, is revenge and blood debts really useful?"

There was a touch of self-deprecating at the corner of his mouth.

"If I didn't guess wrong, the one behind you should be your grandson?"

"How old is he this year?"

He looked at the murloc boy.

The murloc teenager shrank behind his grandfather, timidly:

"I...I am twelve years old."

Roy sighed.

"Twelve years old."

He raised his head again, looked at the old murloc, and said sternly:

"Old man, your grandson is only twelve years old this year. It should be a time to study hard, temper your body, and enjoy your youth..."

"But now, he is burdened with what he shouldn't be, the bloody hatred from the previous generation, the anger from the previous generation..."

"He who doesn't understand anything, with a wooden stick in his hand as a weapon, he followed you here."

"What do you think your grandson will get in the end?"

Roy clenched his fists, looked at the silent murloc crowd, and said with a low expression:

"What do you think he will get?"

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